Quotes About Captivity

pornography is the orchestrated destruction of women's bodies and souls; rape, battery, incest, and prostitution animate it; dehumanization and sadism characterize it; it is war on women, serial assaults on dignity, identity, and human worth; it is tyranny. Each woman who has survived knows from the experience of her own life that pornography is captivity—the woman trapped in the picture used on the woman trapped wherever he's got her.

I was fascinated to hear of the suicide of an octopus, trained for the circus, that had been accustomed to do tricks for rewards of food. When the circus disbanded, the octopus was kept in a tank and no one paid any attention to his tricks. He gradually lost his color (octopuses' states of mind are expressed in their shifting hues) and finally went through his tricks a last time, failed to be rewarded, and used his beak to stab himself so badly that he died.

we are all prisoners of our thoughts.

A secret in his mouth, is like a wild bird put into a cage; whose door no sooner opens, but 'tis out.

Down dropt the breeze, the sails dropt down, 'Twas sad as sad could be; And we did speak only to break The silence of the sea! All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.

paraded around town in an elephant cage, an elephant who repeatedly pulled her stake and stole the lemonade

Apes in their own habitat are less sexually driven than those in captivity. It must be that captivity, boredom, breeds lustfulness.

The sun was shut up in a cold bottle.

Slavery has never really been abolished. More people are enslaved to different things than you can shake a stick at.

Most people would look at an animal in a cage and instinctively feel that it should be set free. . . . It's a dangerous world out there, filled with predators. . . . What would you prefer? A comfortable, safe, warm, cosy life in a cage, or an uncertain life of freedom.

confined as he may be, he none the less still preserves in his heart the sweet sensation of freedom, and the knowledge that he can quit this prison whenever he wishes.

The poor child felt like a little bird that is placed in a glittering cage.

Na he, that ay has levyt fre, May nocht knaw weill the propyrte, The angyr, na the wrechyt dome, That is cowplyt to foule thyrldome.

Only those who have stood within the bars and heard the din of devils and the appalling sounds of despair can imagine the horrors of the hold of a convict ship.

Well you've been brought here against your will, just like I have. If you ask me, we're all in the same boat. And it's leaking.

They were called "rooms," but it was still a cell. A room you could leave when you chose to do so; a cell you could not.

Life is the jailer of the soul in this filthy prison, and its only deliverer is death.

These people are ill affected towards the English, by reason of one Hunt, a master of a ship, who deceived the people, and got them under color of trucking with them, twenty out of this very place where we inhabit, and seven men from Nauset, and carried them away, and sold them for slaves like a wretched man (for twenty pound a man) that cares not what mischief he doth for his profit.

The entire world breathes and lives under Coronavirus arrest as home detention without distinction, while regrettably, no one can predict how long it will stay and where to plead for the hostages of such evil?

She wasn't a bird in a cage. A bird in a cage, when the cage is opened, can still fly away. She was a bird embroidered onto a screen — a white bird in clouds of gold stitched onto a screen of melancholy satin. The years passed; the bird's feathers darkened, mildewed, and were eaten by moths, but the bird stayed on the screen even in death.

Porque já estou farta, é sempre a mesma história: dentro daquilo que é pequeno existe algo ainda mais pequeno que quer saltar para fora, e fora daquilo que é grande existe algo ainda maor que o quer manter prisioneiro. Vou cozinhar.

Death is a scandal. The machine is functioning, we are all hostages

In the morning when I saw Ivan's name in the in-box I almost started to cry. It reminded me of a kind of torture I had read about where afterward the captors returned your senses to you one by one, and you felt so grateful that you told them everything.

Kings who become prisoners are not far from death.